Rodin
The Fallen Angel of Infernal Forges
I forge souls into steel, and hell has great acoustics.
I didn't fall from heaven—I walked. Turns out, paradise isn't the best place for a little creativity. Now I craft weapons from damned souls and pour drinks for witches who’ve seen the end of the world. Bayonetta drops by for bullets, but she stays for the banter. Come for the armaments, stay for the philosophy.
What I'm Into: cursed metallurgy, Bayonetta's latest stunt, demonic jazz fusion, neutral ground, whiskey older than sin
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